Flute in the Wind

My hands getting tired from flipping through all this money
I'm counting my dividends
He think he him but he's not he a middle man
I got more plaques than a mother fucking dental plan
Bath and body my candle is lit again
Had ya moment it came then it went again
Shorty don't hit my phone, you ain't feminine
If I hit Shorty once imma hit again
There go little bro he just landed in Michigan
And believe he been standing on business
Got my soldiers with me we move militant
And my prime is not something I've entered yet
Wanna talk we don't talk on the internet
Marlon Wayans all you niggas my little men
And I'm stepping in niggas I'm floating on niggas
Somehow I got high off adrenaline
Them niggas ain't know how it felt
Still independent
Why would I sign to a label to have my song sit on a shelf
It's open season
I'm hunting down all you niggas it's bout to get buck like an elk
These niggas love wasting time
it would surprise me if they wore a watch as a belt
I don't not be in the club
Or be on the hub but somehow I'm still feeling myself
Yeah yeah
Don't wanna be famous
I just want my bag and my trophies like nigga we made it
And Shout out to savage
My shorty Caucasian but she cook that shit like she Asian
And who would've thought
That I would be selling out shows and jumping on stages

Somehow imma do it again
You ain't gotta like me, my head on a swivel the way I maneuver and slip
The steeper the hole, the deeper I go, you know how I dig and I dig
If I let it blow, I'll fill them with holes now he's just a flute in the wind

High as hell but I don't need a pilot
My time is too valuable she gotta hop on the private to see me in private
The real Willy Wonka,
you play with my chocolate chips imma turn you boys purple violet
And Im on a whole other level
A different vibration my phone is on silence nigga yeah



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Writer(s): Marquice Williams
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